You Are What You Eat

I have a new obsession and it is called You Are What You Eat. It is a brilliant show on BBC America. The premise of the show is based on people that are overweight. A nutritionist, Gillian Mckeith, comes into the home and assesses what the overweight person is eating. She raids the cupboards, the fridges, and pantry and basically tells you how it is. Basically 50% of the population is fat and it is because we overeat. Overeating wouldn't be bad if you were over eating on crisp carrots, beans, lentils, grains, but we aren't. The amount of processed foods that we consume is frightening. Really, it is scary to realize what refined sugars do to your body. Did you know that the body has no use for white sugar? The sugar that the body uses is what it gets from fruits and veggies, in other words, the natural sugars. If you eat mass amounts of processed sugar you will have cellulite. I don't mean just fat, I mean the curdled cheese fat that you get on your bum and thighs and belly.

Zinc, which you get in pumpkin seeds and other veggies that I can't quite remember, help with PMS, sex drive and moods swings. Brown rice mixed into a nice rice pudding, made with rice milk helps with the sugar cravings. The more fish you get the better your liver will be. It is an amazing show. Very educational and if you have the station--BBC Amercia-- you should watch, or netflix, or something because it is amazing. I watch it when I walk on the treadmill. It keeps me motivated to continue walking, plus it gives me and education about what I am putting into my body. Freaking brilliant.

It's Eves fault really. She wrote a blog about what she was going to do for one week and in it she mentioned eating one fruit and one vegetable. I thought, now that is something I can do. I can eat that in one day, and then I don't feel so overwhelmed with changing everything right now. So I started with that. I wanted to join weight watchers again but the price was daunting as was the food. I don't like artificial preservatives in my food. I just want to eat more healthy. Then another friend of mine told me about this website. I started tracking what I was eating based on calories, and did you know that 1500 calories can come and go quicker than you think? Then I decided I was going to walk on the treadmill. I really only want to walk for 20 mins because I am lazy, but I pushed myself to30. After my 30 min walk/jog I get off and do a few arm reps and some crunches....all while watching You are What You Eat.

Really, Eve, this is your fault..but I thank you. Even Cevin has decided that what he is eating needs to be changed. Tonight for dinner we have the best Cajun salmon with brown rice and a green spinach - lettuce salad. Yum, yum to my tum tum!

Circus

For FHE tonight the family went to see the circus. Woo Hoo!! We actually had fun. My youngest is at the stage where he can pay attention to something for longer than two min. It's great. We walk in the front door and give the circus workers our tickets and head in to find a good seat. We walk right past the junk trolley, or rather, the trolley that they sell toys for at outrageous prices. There was a pretty cool light saber that the boys wanted. How much you ask? Oh, you know it is on sale for $9.00. That's all a low, low price of $9.00. Ya right! The boys were devastated that they couldn't get one. Just absolutely crushed. My three year old carried on for 20 mins. Uggh!!!

We got some popcorn and some chips and salsa for another low price of $3.00 a pop! Sheesh!! My friend went to and right before the show started she said that they were going to head into town after the circus was over and get a good dinner. I started calculating in my head...ya, we could eat at Olive Garden for the amount of crap I could buy at the circus. Luckily the kids really like Olive Garden so we bribed them.

There were quite a few acts. There was the juggling, the trapeze artist, the lion tamer, the tumblers, the car full of poodles (like Dumbo's car full of clowns). There was even a bear, but my favorite was when the Elephants came out. I just stared in fascination at the Elephants. I think that they are probably my favorite circus animal, no animal period. They are smart too... but what was so interesting to me was watching the Elephants walk. So slow and deliberate. No rush to go anywhere, just taking the time to go where they need to go....oh and did I mention they are smart too? They are like super super smart! The mother Elephant can remember any place her family of Elephants has gone. Oh and I love their trunks. I didn't realize how long those suckers were...so cool. Elephants rock!

So, that was our experience at the circus. Whoot!

Yours Mine and Ours

Seeing how nobody thought my vain post was any good, I will quickly do another.....

For family movie night we watched Yours Mine and Ours 2005 remake. It was, a, okay. I guess. I would totally get into explaining it, but it would really take a long time to set the whole movie up. I just don't want to do it tonight. I don't think that it is a movie I will own. I don't know, I am kind of weird about movies. Maybe it is because I might be part and partial to Lucille Balls version of the movie.

After it was over we had family prayers and I realized that 3 kids is nothing compared to 18. Could you even imagine 18 kids running around, and 18 mouths to feed, 18, well actually, 20 peoples worth of clothing to wash...Yikes!

The kids kind of liked it. I grew up with 6 kids in my family so I can relate somewhat. Hubby only had 4 kids in his family. I don't think he appreciates the noise like I do. I love family. I love having people around me (well most of the time anyway).

So, any movies you like?

I'm too Sexy For my Shirt.....

Okay so yesterday a friend of mine made a comment on one of my photos on facebook and for some reason it stirred something vain in me. I posted this picture and found this song as I was trying to think of something clever to say to him in response. **chuckle** I know it probably isn't as funny as I think it is.... oh well, think what you want, but I look hot!!!







I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me

I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan

And I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing

I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And I'm too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that

I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my

'Cos I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me

And I'm too sexy for this song



You know when you just want to be vain.....? Well today is that day!

President Obama

I didn't vote for Obama, but how cool is that? Seriously?

I watched as President Obama escorted President Bush to the plane and I just thought, wow, I mean WOW! A black man as president... I almost cried. I remember when Clinton won and how disappointed I was because the other side won. I was afraid that Al Gore would win, or John Edwards, but something is different about Obama. I really, really hope that he isn't just fluff. I have heard that he is labeled as a socialist and if that is true it makes me slightly nervous. I don't like the idea of socialism, but if he can actually make a difference, well I am all for that. I keep thinking about President Kennedy and how visionary he was and what came of his run as president. If I could, with my limited amount of knowledge on the subject, say or wonder if Obama is the next Kennedy. People don't like change...or most people don't, which is why they didn't like Kennedy. He was changing to much to fast and people freaked... at least that is my understanding, which I said before is very limited.... but I will wait and hope that Obama can do what he has professed too...

But, how awesome is it that we have a black president?

10 Things I love about my Husband

Okay, so the last post was...um.. me in a bad mood. Now I will write 10 things I love about my husband.

1. He is a beautiful man. (can men be beautiful?)
2. He is fab with the kids (I mean seriously, how much can you stand of your 6 year old screaming?)
3. Um...he's great in the...um.. bedroom, you know, he makes the bed and stuff... and puts his clothes away.
4. He is the most caring, compassionate, willing to change, man I know
5. He loves me, and takes care of me.
6. He encourages me to go out with my friends.
7. He provides, ie, goes to work in the hot, hot, sun and cold, cold winter, for me and the kids.
8. He does the dishes.
9. He is so dang handsome
10...I can't possibly write everything down...but he is my man, and I love him even though he frustrates me.

There...how's that? I might have to add a few throughout the next week.

oh wait...

11. He puts up with all of my crap, and all of my crappy days!

Love you doll

Guns

Ten Things I hate about going shooting with my husband.

1. He treats me like a freaking 15 year old.
2. He always looks over my shoulder.
3. He looks over my shoulder to make sure I am aiming right, and then tells me what I need to do to fix it..
4. He doesn 't trust me.
5. He treats me like a 15 year old who has no knowledge of how to point said gun.
6. Just because he thinks he knows guns doesn't mean he actually does. (He thinks he's a Gun God)
7. He treats me like a freaking 15 year old.
8. He doesn't tell his guy friend how to hold an unloaded gun with the safety on.
9. Did I mention he treats me like a freaking 15 year old boy?
and....

10....He's just a big, fat pain in the butt! You know, like Gods gift to Guns..... ugggghhhhh

Gentleman's club

So I got asked to be one of the ward organists. Fun, scary, mostly fun, and now I am awaiting my key. Sunday I popped my head into the bishops office after choir and I asked him when I would get the key so I can start practicing. He told me that Bro. B was in charge of the keys. We laughed and joked for a bit and the executive secretary said something about him, and he was still waiting for a key and had been for some time, and to not get my hopes up. More joking about where he has to get he key from (always telling me to talk to Bro B) ... So anyway, I pulled the card....I said, something to the effect of not getting a key because it is mostly a Gentleman's club (hey, I said it with a smile) and to see the bishop respond was priceless.

Bishop "Oh, oh, it is not either (smiling a bit)...hold on, let me go write this down so that I can tell Bro. B to get you one. Okay so (mumbling this) get Sunshine a key." Golden!!~

Who knew? Who knew the way to get the bishop going is to accuse him of having, or being in a Gentleman's club? Sweet, now I know how to get things rolling with him, and to think all this time of waiting around and all I had to do was pull the Gentleman's card.

Rude you say?

Well, what is a girl to do? Sit and wait forever and ever?

Smart says I!!!

*Warning* This is about Women stuff!

Okay, so I go upstairs and walk into the bathroom and to my surprise I find a tampon on the floor. Luckily it was a new one that one of the boys pulled out to take a gander at. Well, thought I, enough is enough. It is time that these kids know what a tampons does so I don't find them everywhere and so they leave the used ones in the can. So, what followed was a conversation about bleeding and where the tampon goes.

Mom: "So, son, this is for Mommies, and girls when they turn 12. It goes in the same whole as where the baby comes out."

Son: awe, and slight smile, says: "Where does the baby come out?"

Mom: "In a whole between my legs"

Son: "Oh, like a bird, plop..." motioning how a bird lays and egg...happy with himself for understanding.

Mom: "Exactly"

And that was that, my five year old now knows or has an idea of what a menstrual cycle is. A few seconds later 8yo daughter walks in, we start the conversation again and she only says "ewww" to the blood. So, how's that for bold, awkward, and fantastic? I am hoping that the need for the boys to sneak a peek at the tampons has disappeared knowing that it's just another tool and there is no mystery behind it.

Serenity

"God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference."

I was going through my older drafts, and I found this. Today it seems fitting as my husband and I are in a 'discussion'.

What I Know..or don't for that matter

I have been thinking about subjects for blog posts. I went to church on Sunday hoping that something would jump out at me religiously, and I could write about that. Nothing, well there was a little thing about the YW's lesson that, well, some of their lessons are just lame. They have no point, but other than that I don't have much beef with it.

As I was sitting in Sunday School trying not to zone out, not because the teacher is boring, but because I was tired, something stirred in me. I got to thinking about how much I know about the gospel, or how much I think I know. For a while, I'll be honest, I really thought I knew the meat of the gospel. I really felt like I had an education in the gospel, but I discovered what I know about the gospel are the basics. I know I am a Child of God, actually I know we are all children of God, and I know what the commandments are, and I know the promise of tithing. I realized sitting there in Sunday School that the only way I am going to know more is if I study more. What an odd concept, study, huh! Wish they would have taught that one in school, oh wait, they did, I think.

My point? I want to know more. I want to understand the symbolism of the scriptures and the symbolism in the temple. I actually want to know rather than go off of what someone once told me. I want to discover it for myself. The thing is, I am worried. I have a tendency to back myself into a corner. I get all excited about doing something and then realize that it is more than I can handle, or I get scared and just stop. There is a heavy responsibility with knowledge. The more you know, the more you are required to act. Maybe I don't want to act... maybe I do, but the pressure. You know?

So my confession for the new year. I don't know as much as I thought I did, and slowly, step by step, I want to know more. Maybe that is my New Years re-solution.

Chicken Pocks

On Christmas Day my 6 year old son came down with the Chicken Pox. Sweet, I thought! Now, I don't have to go anywhere for Christmas day. A week later, I am not so sure Chicken Pox is the way to go. My son is almost recovered. He has a few pox marks left on him, but my daughter is now covered head to toe in pox.

Lovely!!

I still have one more son to go. Maybe we will get lucky and he won't get them, but chances of that happening are slim to none. Ha!

It is going to be a long winter. Or a long Jan. can't decide just yet which one it will be. The snow is melting and the sun is out. I should probably go outside and get some sun, but then I would have to bundle up. I should go walking too, but yet again, I would have to bundle up. Maybe.... ah... oh well.